Man always worships something; always he sees the Infinite shadowed forth in something finite; and indeed can and must so see it in any finite thing, once tempt him well to fix his eyes thereon.

Worship is transcendent wonder.

Together kneeling, night and day, Thou, for my sake, at Allah's shrine, And I--at any God's for thine.

Every man becomes the image of the God he adores.
He whose worship is directed to a dead thing becomes dead.
He who loves corruption rots.
He who loves a shadow becomes, himself, a shadow.
He who loves things that must perish lives in dread of their perishing.

Man is a tool-using animal. Without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.